[ this is it. the jig is up, he's sure of it. kissing her back and holding her close is giving him away, although he's sure he's given himself away a hundred times before. sitting outside of her tent all night, waiting patiently for her to emerge... he's obvious, and everyone but sokka seems oblivious to how obvious he is, but katara's brother doesn't seem to mind much that he's tripping over himself while trying to stay in his sister's good graces.
those good graces are probably going to go out the window now that they've broken apart. his hand rest on her hips, zuko unsure of if he should step away or not. ]
Sorry.
[ for what, still touching her? kissing her back? kissing her longer than was necessary? ]
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those good graces are probably going to go out the window now that they've broken apart. his hand rest on her hips, zuko unsure of if he should step away or not. ]
Sorry.
[ for what, still touching her? kissing her back? kissing her longer than was necessary? ]